Yesterday I was introduced by Claire, who goes by the tag of Miss N. Limbs, to the fastest growing amateur sport on the planet. Think Ice hockey, just loose the ice, sticks, baggy clothing and think rollerblading on steroids and youre nearing the idea of the cult womens dominated speed brawl; ROLLER DERBY. Fishnet stockings, tattoos, radical hair dye, bums oozing from school girl shorts, skimpy tops emblazoned with tags like Tanya Hyde, Bride of Skatan, Ripsy Colon, Killer Hertz and ArseNall, are the uniform, along with more body protection than a Chicago mob boss. In a contact sport where the use of hands, elbows and feet is forbidden, weight is an advantage, for a shove from mighty hips or a lycra caged stomach can floor a Jammer and save you points. These are no Cheltenham Ladies, this is take the opposition out time, with paramedics present. I saw more people in splints, wheelchairs and on crutches than on my last visit to trauma, but the obvious friendship and enjoyment amongst the teams and crowd was more real than a Swarovski diamond. Im hooked. I cant wait for the next meet. Oxford Wheels of Gory. Coventry City Derby Dolls
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 10:17:25 +0000
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